deviant art
Shit Cricket
Time moves in the street like a lumbering garbage truck
mushing seconds into balls of minutes days
Rolls them with it's back legs up onto the sidewalk
of eternity to wait
While traffic
the lives of all the world
roll by
Time
is a shit cricket
a dung beetle
Pushing us past
the intersections
the run down moments we've stacked like buildings
to crumble into oblivion
within our failing memories
Our lives are laid down like tar
stuck
on the clumped bits we'd like to keep
hoping if anyone were to look
some of it would seem like a path
leading somewhere
C.L.Bledsoe
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